The Sheikh's Chosen Wife by Michelle Reid

It was amazing what a piece of silk laid to the head could do for both of them, because neither was now showing signs of what was really going on inside It merely toned with the sensual colour on her lips. The red should have clashed with her hair but it didn't. So instead he stepped back into the other room and came back a moment later wearing white silk on his head, held by triple gold thongs, to find that Leona had also covered her hair with a gold-spangled scarf of red silk. In fact he wanted to be very primitive and drag her off by her beautiful hair to his lair and smother her in kisses. But one kiss would most definitely lead to another and another. The urge to go over there and stop her so that he could kiss her almost got the better of him. Leona was standing by a mirror, about to fix her lipstick with a set of very unsteady fingers. 'Five minutes,' he repeated, and closed the door again. No, I am slowly sinking beneath my own plots and counter-plots. 'You are all right?' Rafiq frowned at him. His life was in crisis and he must go downstairs and be polite to people. 'Our guests are arriving,' he informed him. Going to open it, he found Rafiq standing there dressed very much like himself-only he was wearing his gutrah. A knock at the door was a thankful diversion. Tell her before the Al-Kadahs tell her that you already suspected all of this, days ago. 'Now I wish that I hadn't because, looking at you, I have a horrible feeling you are going to give the game away the moment anyone looks at you.'Ĭonfess all, he told himself. Which I've done.' She turned a wry smile on him.

The Sheikh's Chosen Wife by Michelle Reid